Lizetta clearly understood the veiled threat in Ste''s words, a slight frown creasing her forehead.


    She had been in a terrible state of mind at the time, too impulsive for her own good. It had been broad daylight, the scandal was huge, but afterward, the West family and the police hadn''te looking for her. There had been no whispers or rumors online or offline. The whole incident had been quietly squashed, and Lizetta knew it was all thanks to Remington''s efforts.


    Hearing Ste bring it up now, Lizetta''s eyes shed with a cold light. Sheughed, cutting Ste off, "Ms. West, if you won''t kneel and apologize, then how about a drink to make amends?"


    Lizetta turned, walked over to the liquor cab, and grabbed two bottles of whiskey, presenting them to Ste and Margaret with a shake. "One bottle each. Finish it, and all''s forgiven. That''s not too humiliating, right?"


    "You''re insane! A bottle could kill someone!" Margaret protested urgently. That was whiskey, tough for even a man to handle half a bottle, let alone one each. If they really drank it all, they''d be carried out. Lizetta was being downright malicious!


    "If this won''t do, and that won''t do, then I''m not here to waste Remington''s time," Remington chimed in, clearly out of patience, and turned his head to give an order. "Call Mr. Smith and President Miller, let theme over and figure out how to take their daughters back."


    Bringing Martin West and Mr. Miller into the mix would definitely blow things up. Remington was clearly determined to go to any lengths to support Lizetta and Ynda. The thought of Martin West''s unpredictable temper sent a shiver down Ste''s spine. Gritting her teeth, she stepped forward and took the bottle from Lizetta''s hand.


    "Fine, I''ll drink!"


    Although Margaret was pampered at


    home, if her father found out she


    had offended Remington, she wouldn''t hear the end of it. Worst case, she might even be sent abroad Margaret looked towards Cassius with tearful eyes, still unwilling to give in. "Cassius, you know I''m not like those socialite women. I can''t handle my liquor. Can''t you drink some for me...?"


    Her plea was met with Ynda''s eye roll, "If Ms. Miller can''t handle her drink, then maybe skip it. No need to apologize. I''ll just post that video online."


    Margaret bit her lip. Initially, she wasn''t scared of Ynda posting the video. Glory Media had a ton of marketing partners; a video like that wouldn''t even make a dent on its own. But with Remington''s help, it wasn''t just about posting a video anymore-it could trend for days.


    Finally frightened, Margaret nced at Cassius again, but seeing his indifferent expression, she reluctantly took a bottle too. "Cough, cough... Happy now?"


    After Ste downed her bottle, she


    felt like her stomach was churning, her head spinning, every part of her burning. Staring at Lizetta, Lizetta simply raised her hand, "Don''t let the door hit you on the way out!"


    Ste stumbled out, and Lizetta signaled to the Madden family''s bodyguard, who followed Ste. Margaret was carried out, leaving Cassius to approach Ynda, taking her hand. "I need to talk to you!"This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    He pulled Ynda along, her expression livid. "For heaven''s sake, your fiancée''s being carried out, and you, the scoundrel, aren''t rushing to check on her but dragging me around!? I have nothing to say to you."


    Ynda resisted, even attempting to kick Cassius. Feeling the pain from the earlier jab on his foot, Cassius simply picked Ynda up, quickening his pace.